Half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.
The day to venture to the Demon Ruins for training had indeed arrived.
Above the central square, a large number of disciples from the Heavenly Martial Holy Land had gathered. By the time Ye Xuan arrived, the place was already overcrowded and buzzing with noise.
"So many people?"
This situation made Ye Xuan, who had just emerged from his arduous cultivation, stunned as well. Estimating the number of disciples here, there seemed to be two to three hundred. This was not a small number, considering that, apart from the lowest-ranked service disciples, the entire Heavenly Martial Holy Land only had three to four thousand disciples—this group already amounted to about a tenth of the total number.
